Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Each is tiny – not one over 5’2”. Their mouths exist solely for my pleasure. Their bodies exist solely for my pleasure. They are devoted to me. And I, to them. [Look it up. 33 of them!]

Who needs a car? I love that travel here necessarily involves intimate contact with hundreds, thousands. For many, this overwhelms, For me, it enraptures. This morning, a woman – taller than I’m usually drawn to – walked before me. Her long legs were muscular, toned, and a short red cotton dress hung on her. She […]